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house party 5 - fmb dz lyrics

[verse 1: fmb dz]
woke up, got fresh as h*ll
what i’ma do today? ride around with sticks, wondering who i’m gon shoot today
f*ck a n*gga b*tch and do my thing [?] way
like where i shoot today? pretty b*tch might get the boot today
flying with the top down, all i see is palm trees
rips on my amiri jeans, [?] ain’t got these
i’ve been in the stu all month, tryna make a hit
we just put an opp in the blunt, to see how hard he’d hit
whip pull up to a n*gga block, on some r*t*rded sh*t
stand back and shoot his lights out, james hardin sh*t
i was told to never fold, no matter how hard it get
i told my n*ggas if they stay down, we can all get rich
i know the coochie man, he pulled up in a [?] van
air bnb full of hoes, we let the groupies in
ten n*ggas with mе got they poles, i got the shootеrs in
tell the b*tch i only pop percs, we don’t do the xans
beat a b*tch down from the back, make her move her hands
[?] while the camera on me, i’m the movie man
left my kids all over her tongue, i’m the smoothy man
bust a nut and [?] i’m a [?] man

[verse 2: louie ray]
even though i keep it street, i’m the coochie man
making sales outside my new crib, while i’m moving in
i’m the n*gga that [?] talking ’bout
i’m the n*gga that’s bragging on the features, just now tuning in
anybody ever seen my sh*t, wanna view again
walking [?] [?] oh, it’s you again
walking out the gucci store, handshake, say come again
n*ggas know that they ain’t f*cking alright
n*ggas know that they ain’t f*cking with me now, [?]
i think these n*ggas f*cked up, i’m judging them
[?] tripple when i got my strap too, like [?]
i be tryna make [?]
[?] see me getting rich, you ducking them
you’ll probably never see me f*cked up, i ain’t dumb enough
it’s a relief to not have to run the streets, i done done enough

- fmb dz lyrics

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